
So the big three zero happened over the weekend and the celebration was pretty apt. Had 40 of my closest family and friends round at our house enjoy a glorious and scarce February day in the sun. Thankfully there are another 40 of you over in London or the lamb we had on offer would have scarcely been a appetizer.
Sitting here today, I do feel a little older, if only psychologically, but at the same time ready to impart my wealth of knowledge to anyone that'll listen.
The party went really well apart from a few family related hiccups along the way. Even though the food was such a hit, Celia stole the show with the photo booth that she hired providing endless hours of fun for all and queue longer than the check in at Easyjet. Being the birthday boy, there was no need for any of that waiting and between checking on Patrick and Ricky at the lamb, there were more than enough opportunities for pictures with all my guests.

The day was long and my dad and I prepared the Lamb for the Asado as early as 9:30AM, we had to cut through the ribs in order for it to lay flat on the frame. I then had to practice some carving knife acupuncture and then Pat and I had to Swedish massage kosher coarse salt into the bum, chest and shoulders.

I have to say a special thank you to all that assisted me in making the day work as it was a ton more work than I expected.
Celia #1, my parents, dos Santos family (that doesn't count you Sonia), Patrick, Celia #2, Emmanuel, Kiran, Carlos, Ricky, Allister and all of you that did something i never saw, you all deserve a medal, and I could not have done it without you, so thank you!! The rest of you, I could not have a party without people enjoying themselves. Thank you to all that went to the effort to send a video, I had a good laugh and did manage to force out a few tears at the appropriate moments.
I only ended up in the pool once courtesy of a friendly nudge by Peter, we won't mention the thinners he tried to make me drink, but after the numerous Jaegermeisters and Chin-chons, I could no longer blame my red eyes on the smoke from the braai, and soon after that my eyelids ceased to function while I was attempting to engage in conversation on the couch.

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Patrick admiring his handiwork |

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All the chefs quite proud of themselves |

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Blowing out my birthday candles |